Frete continued thinking about the song he would share with the bards as he headed toward the Allen estate.

How should he convey the heroic tale of this being, the Apostle of the God and the Daughter of the God?

Lady Allen would hate for her story to be made grand, but as an Apostle of the Goddess and a wandering figure of the continent, he could not avoid sharing her story.

For everyone living on this continent is waiting to hear it.

Anyway, even if I do nothing, people will make up stories on their own and spread them.

False tales filled with personal opinions that would make Lady Allen terribly uncomfortable.

To prevent that, it’s necessary to quickly create and spread a proper story.

Considering the authority I hold among the bards, I should be able to prevent most distortions.

“The story should begin with her childhood, I suppose.”

A child born with a curse, unloved by anyone, who lost all her support before becoming an adult.

Yet, she did not crumble even in the face of great despair.

Even as she recalled her pain, she awaited the day of her beginning.

Then one day, when everyone had nearly forgotten the misfortunate girl, she stepped back into the world, called by the Goddess. To become a ray of light in a world descending into darkness.

“...Even if I just tell the story I’ve heard from the Goddess of History, there’s so much to create.”@@novelbin@@

The girl who could barely climb the stairs began her training.

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